He'll wear a mask in the day time,
The truth is hard to face.

He'll lie to your face to hide the past,
So no one can see those scars.

He'll lose you.
He'll charm you.
He'll change. He promises.
He'll have the edge.
He'll have the spark.
He'll jump over.
He'll never tell you the whole story.

He'll lie on the brink of emptiness,
Never letting you know where he lives.

He'll disown his flesh and blood,
Familiar faces without souls.

He'll scream in the night,
Then he'll discover the art of camouflaged.
He'll hide under his skin.
© 1999 M. Livingston

MY BROTHER

He told me he owned me,
and shoved my head in the ground.
I ate dirt that night,
and I obeyed.

He convinced me I was nothing,
and I became nothing.
I was his punching bag every night,
and I curled into a ball.

He told me he knew what was best for me,
and forced me against nature.
I ate dirt that night,
and I obeyed.

He convinced me it was for my own good,
and I became terrible.
I was his brother and he despised me,
and I hated him too.
© 2000 M. Livingston

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